The open range was dark as cowpuncher N. Howard “Jack” Thorp toiled by firelight somewhere deep in the mesquite, reading ...
WHEN in 1908 a check for $500 came from Harvard University for my first year as a Sheldon Fellow, I was the happiest person in the world. Never before at one time had I owned so much money, money that ...
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